This button-up was the last one in store. Just as I was about to grab it, a woman picked it up and tucked it over her arm, so naturally I followed her around for ten minutes while she perused the rest of the store, then finally had to leave when she went into the fitting room. One Macy's stop later, I came back to J.Crew...the lady was gone, the shirt had been placed back on the rack, and when I finally got a look at the tag, it was in my size and thirty percent off. Clearly, we were meant to be.
On a side note...want to know the secrets to caring for your Minnetonka Moccasins? This blogger bets you do! Hehe.